PUGAREE – Written by J.M.G. Queensland 1932
Pugaree! Oh pugaree!
Splendour of old memory –
Emblem of the man upon the land –
When he place it on his head
With its dangling tassels spread.
“Twas the pride of jackeroo or station hand.
It was worn on every station
Like a gallant decoration –
Is the times when things were wild and free –
When the horse they could not ride
Never stood up in its hide
For the man who wore the pugaree.
When they mustered up a run
“Neath a glaring red hot sun –
“Twas at daylight they would start away –
They were quick upon the job –
As they mustered up each mob,
From the places where the cattle stray,
Like demons they pursued
The cleanskin unsubdued,
That they found on ranges all around
While the lashing whip would crack
On the hide along its back –
They would wheel them to the camping ground.
In the yards they had to scruff
All the wild unbranded stuff
And they took them by the head and tail
With a sidestep and a pull
Down went the yearling bull –
In a way that made the cleanskin wail.
For its hide mist show the brand
When they took it there in hand –
No matter how they fought for liberty –
As it rose up with a bound
And charged across the pound –
“Twas fund for the boys in pugaree!
To the townships they would go,
At the bars they’d always blow
The froth from off the foaming beer;
Loudly talking there, of course,
All about their little horse
And the gallops, too, of its career.
Then the dice box got a spin
When they called a shilling in,
And the winner shouted for the company
For the glory and the pride
Where the overlanders ride –
They were men who wore the pugaree.
Are Indians An Ethnic Minority? Vols 1-5
© Len Kenna and Crystal Jordan 2014